How did I become king

Wen Qingfeng stared at Lu Gan, coughing up blood, and shouted unwillingly.

He saw it clearly just now, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, he was a word!

But at this moment, with a cold face, Lu Gan slightly loosened his fingers, and copper powder fluttered down from his fingertips: "It's neither words nor moon patterns, nothing at all."

At that moment, he had crushed the copper coins into copper powder with the power of his palm.

Want to guess right?Next life!

"You...you...playing me again?"

Wen Qingfeng understood in an instant, raised his left hand that was trembling with anger, and pointed at Lu Gan, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and there was a hatred and murderous intent in his eyes that could not be washed away by three rivers and five seas.

Then, a large mouthful of black blood spurted into the air from his mouth like a fountain, and at the same time, his whole body was shaken a few times like being struck by thunder.

The raised hand fell limply.

The light in the eyes is dim, the vitality is completely extinguished, and the death will not rest in peace.

"...Uh, Lu Gan, he seems to be mad at you." The left seat beside him took a step forward and checked Wen Qingfeng's pulse.

"Hmph! Death deserves more than guilt! This guy's life is also a disaster!"

Lu Gan snorted coldly, glanced around, and found a jade box next to the warm couch.

Picking it up and opening it, I found three pills that were as green as beans.

"It's Taiwei Baicao Pill from Feitian Temple."

Zuo Xi glanced at it and said.

"Take it as the cost of my burial for him."

Lu Gan stuffed the jade box into his arms casually, looked at Wen Qingfeng's body, and snorted coldly: "You should have died without a whole body. For the sake of these pills, I will bury you in the Luan Graves. Remember to give me a good review from King Yan Luo."

Saying that, he helped Wen Qingfeng close his eyes.

Then Lu Gan turned around and walked out of the house, making a trumpet shape with his hands, and shouted towards the sky: "Hey, Wen Zijun, your son is dead!"

Chapter 253 Confiscation of crime tools

A loud cry spread through the sky.

Wen Zijun, who was desperately defending, heard the voice, his heart trembled, and he was furious: "Lu Gan! Take your life!"

When the words fell, people fell to the ground like meteors.

At this moment, the 800-meter-long dragon-shaped fiery red sword slashed obliquely, and hit him right in the middle. When the gangster burst, the man was chopped flying.

"Python twist!"

Thunderbolt boy Zhou Wu shouted loudly, his long whip was like a python, and suddenly wrapped around Wen Zijun's body, and circled it more than ten times.

Before Wen Zijun shook off the silver whip on his body, Li Zhangwu and Lu Lan hit him like two comets.

Boom!

Two shocking explosions sounded, and Wen Zijun's body-protecting stellar energy finally burst.

Afterwards, the long whip was tightened and swung, and Wen Zijun's muscles and bones were shattered, and a mouthful of blood spewed out with a puff, and he fell straight to the ground.

boom.

The earthquake cracked, and Wen Zijun smashed into the southeast corner of the annex, directly smashing out a huge stone pit three meters deep.

Seeing this scene, Lu Gan jumped up suddenly, tapped on the top of the wall a few times, shot forward, and landed beside the stone pit with a crash.

"Boy! How dare you kill my son! One day I will teach you to pay for your life!"

In the stone pit, Wen Zijun's face was covered with blood, his eyes were scarlet, and he got up with murderous intent.

Every word that comes out of the mouth seems to contain hatred that cannot be dispelled in three lives and ten thousand generations.

"Come here! Bai Yuhou, please go back to Zhen Fusi!"

Lu Gan looked indifferent and gave a cold drink.

As soon as the voice fell, the left seat stepped forward, appeared beside Wen Zijun, and slapped Wen Zijun on the back.

Click.

Wen Zijun's shoulder blade shattered on the spot, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.

Immediately afterwards, the hands of the left seat flew up, making palm shadows on Wen Zijun's body.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Zijun's acupoints all over his body were shattered by the stellar energy, sealed, and he could no longer use the stellar energy.

This is not enough!

The claws on the left seat were like hooks, and they slapped Wen Zijun's whole body a few times, removing and twisting all his joints, even his chin.

Anyone in the martial arts world who hasn't practiced sonic skills, maybe this guy can spit out hidden weapons to kill people.

At this time, Lu Gan swept across the audience coldly, and said sharply: "Disciples of Feitianguan, please don't leave the other hall without authorization! You can wait for the investigation and inquiry of the Zhenfu Division at any time! Only after the case is cleared can you leave Qingyang County! Otherwise, you will be charged with treason." Discussion!"

Hearing this, the disciples of the Feitian Temple in the other hall instantly turned ugly.

"go!"

After Lu Gan finished speaking, he jumped on his horse and led the three hundred town governors to gallop away.

This scene, of course, shocked the surrounding people and caused a lot of discussion.

"Eldest brother, what should we do? This Lu Gan seems to be very vicious, even Wen Zijun, the deacon elder of Feitian Temple, will be arrested if he wants to! Or, forget it?"

Outside the crowd, a blue-faced man transmitted his voice in a deep voice.

The black-clothed old man standing next to the blue-faced man showed a fierce look: "Hmph! That's the Zijin Dragon Fist, one of the 72 magical weapons!"

"But Gusu Jing hid in the Zhenfu Department, and the magic weapon should also fall into Lu Gan's hands. He is the disciple of Martial Saint Zhao Xuanji. Are we really going to snatch the magic weapon from Lu Gan? I'm afraid it will burn us, and the loss outweighs the gain. ah!"

The blue-faced man still hesitated.

"..."

A look of unwillingness flashed across the face of the old man in black, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go! Go back to Heque State! We don't want this magical soldier!"

Immediately, the blue-faced man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The two quickly disappeared into the crowd.

……

Zhenfusi prison.

"Who is this guy?"

Xing Laodao couldn't help being a little curious when he saw the people from the left seat escorting Wen Zijun in.

"The deacon elder of Feitian Temple, Bai Yuhou, Wen Zijun."

Lu Gan turned his head and smiled and said, "Bai Yuhou, I'm sorry, there are too many people in the Zhenfu Division recently, and the house is not enough, so I can only wrong you to live in the prison. But don't worry, no matter what you say, you are still Lord Hou. The prison cell must be the cleanest and most luxurious one. The meals are also top-notch, with three steamed buns and a pack of pickled mustard per day. Come here and send Bai Yuhou.”

"Yes!"

Zhou Twelfth and Zhou Thirteen took the orders, pressed Bai Yuhou down to the deepest level of the dungeon, and locked them in the strongest iron prison.

Crackling.

With ten thousand catties of shackles and cold gold and tungsten chains bound, Bai Yuhou was imprisoned in this cold and damp cell that never saw the sun.

"Lu Gan! You must die!"

Wen Zijun roared and struggled desperately, the iron chains clanging.

"Tsk, as expected of a father and son, it's the same for cursing anyone."

Standing outside the cell, Lu Gan couldn't help but sneer when he heard the curse.

At this time, Xing Laodao frowned and asked: "Old Lu, do you really plan to keep him? How can you say that he is also a marquis, and behind him is Feitian Temple, one of the three major sects..."

Lu Gan waved his hand slightly: "It's okay. This matter involves martial arts. Feitianguan will definitely be cautious and dare not mess around. However, the means that should be used must be used."

Xing Laodao immediately understood: "Then I will prepare some chronic poison first."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Lu Gan walked into the iron prison, followed by Zuo Xi, Zhou Twelve, and Zhou Shisan.

With a bang, the gate of the iron prison closed.

"Lu Gan, you are despicable and shameless, and you actually used such a cheap method to frame Lord Ben! You will not end well when things are clear!"

Wen Zijun squinted his eyes and uttered a word coldly.

It seemed that he had completely calmed down.

"Wen Zijun, do you think you can wait until that day?"

Lu Gan looked indifferent, with a trace of disdain and contempt on his face.

"You dare to kill me? I am the elder Feitianguan!"

Wen Zijun vomited proudly, there was no fear in his eyes, and he was full of confidence.

"Oh, Feitian Temple?"

Lu Gan sneered: "Is there a Martial Saint in Feitian Temple? If there is, I will let you go immediately. If not, I will send you down to reunite with your son soon."

"You are a waste of life!"

A trace of anger appeared in Wen Zijun's eyes.

Disregarding human life?

Lu Gan narrowed his eyes, revealing a trace of coldness: "Wen Zijun, you are planning to attack Ruoshui! Do you think I won't recognize you if you change your appearance?"

"Hmph! Nonsense! What Ruoshuiben Hou Ye doesn't even recognize!"

Wen Zijun spoke nonsense with his eyes open.

Lu Gan snorted softly: "Hmph! Are you so good at lying because your mother died early, or because your mother has no time to teach you when she picks up guests every day?"

With a swipe, Wen Zijun's face turned cold, and a trace of murderous intent shot out of his eyes.

Lu Gan was not afraid, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Wen Zijun, I don't care how many people you kill! But, you dare to touch my people! Even if I am not the head of the Zhenfu Department, I will kill you! However, rather than killing you, I would rather choose another way of revenge! I will take away all of your most important things in this world! Let your life be worse than death!"

This sentence is categorical, as firm as cutting gold and jade, and full of murderous intentions.

Wen Zijun couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he heard this.

"The first thing! It's your son's life!"

Lu Qian uttered a word coldly.

Wen Zijun gritted his teeth.

"The second thing is the gold and silver treasures on your body."

Lu Gan said and waved his hand.

"Lu Gan, how dare you!"

Wen Zijun was furious and shouted fiercely.

However, Zhou Twelfth and Zhou Thirteen didn't care about him at all, they worked hard to find the things on Wen Zijun's body.

"My lord! Ten gold tickets, all worth a thousand taels of gold! There is also a bag of gold leaves, three bottles of elixir, a jade pendant, a jade ring for hair, and an ancient book!"

Put things on the ground on Tuesday and report loudly.

Under Wen Zijun's blazing eyes, Lu Gan reached out and took the ancient book in his hand. When he opened it, it turned out to be a travelogue.

The handwriting is beautiful, but it reveals a soul-stirring charm.

Lu Gan has only seen this kind of condensed and undistracted charm in one place, and that is Zhao Xuanji's imperial decree!

In other words, this Jianghu Travel Notes belongs to a martial sage!

"No wonder you keep an ancient book on your body at all times. It turns out that this is a notebook of a martial artist! Great stuff! But it's mine now!"

Lu Gan sneered, and handed the ancient book in his hand to the left seat next to him.

"Lu Gan! Don't be complacent! I will definitely get these things back with my own hands!"

Wen Zijun's eyes widened, his face full of ferocity.